Music, Art, Insight & Culture For The Open Mind

Dec 19, 2018

Below Blue Skies

yo im hangin' out chillin'
i got da beat
rollin' the streets in my '78 Caprice
im wreckin' necks
got the vex
come from tex
said a poor m/f'r aint cashin no checks yo
i still get respect...i don't get checked
so place your bets and yo m/fuck the rest
cause i'm the m/f/n best

I lay to rest
the fakers and the two faced niggaz that try to test
me with a knife in my back
so i took it out and stuck it back
a counter attack and now im back yo
i do the dream i do the machine

i look for truth where nothings what it seems
yo the fields of dreams and the things I've seen
i do believe
the shades of blue the shades of green
a site unseen what does it mean
the faces look through time and tell you where we've been

and on and on and over again
i take a look and take what i find
i take a journey to the center of the mind
i take the time i mind the matter
ima long past gone type nigga
yo the dawn is here and i'll shed no tears
the sun shall rise and conquer the fear

below blue skies
im always Jammin'
fuckin jammin'
got da jams on
get ya jam on
get the down ass dirty lip dip take a trip type shit ya never fit
ya got mud on you face
ya big disgrace
somebody best put ya back into yo place
fool
know the rule
i never suffer one
i look to the sun
time to let it rip...

Rollin back streets alley type seedy
sheets of rain cover the night i ride in vain
I don't need a gun i don't need no master plan
i've got electric jams play bass with rubber bands
don't need no band cause i'm the man
i got an attitude and a will to jam

i cant find the words
i search and seek
i do the freak
i break it down
i dont need no sound
i bought a vowel
i got a verb and a noun
compositional mental intentional dimensional structure
bound by sound
I got four letter words to break it down and then i'll drive the point home across town i go
i dont know ya know
do the time
cross the great divide
break on through to the other side